The Breath of Water | Neteyam

52 • Txampayä Way

A/N: title means 'Song of the Sea', and also there will be an upcoming Na'vi sentence but the translation will be at the bottom since I did not want to interrupt the mood of the scene. Also for future reference, if you see a Na'vi word(s) with no translation next to it, it will be at the bottom for the same reason as stated before. ;D 🤟🏼💕

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The three were still in the cove, but were now in a shallow part of the water. Aonung didn't want to leave Liyanin, but she asked if she could have some private time with Neteyam.

"You sure, sister? You feel better?" He asked, wanting to make sure she was okay before he went back. She nodded, assuring him she was fine.

"Yes, go tell Tsireya it was just the usual off-days." She spoke softly, rubbing his shoulder.

"Alright," Aonung's eyes shifted over to Neteyam. "...take care of my sister, okay?"

"Aonung, I am older than both of you." She quipped, finding such a request funny.

"That means nothing, you should still have someone to look after you," he replied. "...and it is only by one cycle, not even that big of an age gap..."

"I will," Neteyam spoke up, grabbing her hand. "I'll take care of her." She looked up at the side of his face, admiring his features.

"Aye aye, well I will be off." Aonung said, but before leaving he made sure to get one last request in. "...don't use this time for...hanky panky..."

"Tsahey, brother!" She exclaimed, splashing the water as he hurriedly mounted his Ilu. He giggled as he dove, rushing out of there. Neteyam chuckled to himself at the sight.

Once they were alone, he turned to face her, his grip on her hand tightening and his head down. He looked as if he had something to say, but no words came out of his mouth.

"Neteyam?" Liyanin said, reaching out with her other hand to cup the side off his face. She could see how he was biting his bottom lip, as if he were holding back tears. "...Nete, talk to me."

"...seeing you...like that..." he started, his voice cracking a little. "...it was...scary..." He now lifted his face so his eyes could see hers.

"Oh, Ma Nete...that...that was nothing serious..." she tried to assure to him, but his hand was still trembling. "...I usually get those after a hefty overdose with my powers. I am guessing that storm is the reason why it has happened again."

"So you are saying these are a typical occurrence for you?" He asked, shocked. She grabbed his neck, holding it firmly, tightening her hold on his hand with her other hand.

"Listen to me..." she began, practically telling him to shush.

"...kilvanti tserwesya si lu...mawey, mawey...nga läpivawk nìno ko, ma txampaya, oel ngati kameie sì ngal oeti kop kameie..." she sung softly.

"...is this...your songcord?" He asked her; she nodded slowly.

"It is mine and the sea's." She elaborated, earning a confused look from Neteyam.

"The sea's...?"

"Mm-hmm," she hummed, now letting go of his neck. She turned to look at the water they were in, raising her hand to lift some of it; Neteyam's eye was focused on the flying streams as she did this. "...I am able to feel the sea's beat, its breath...It sings for everyone, yet I am the only one who can hear it."

"...you...can hear the sea...the sea...it has a songcord?" He turned his attention back to her. She dropped her hand, then grabbed his. Now both of their hands were occupied with each other's.